When I walked through the streets checking out the girls standing around awaiting their curb crawlers, I immediately saw there wasn't going to be much to choose from. They all had hollow eyes, pallid faces, and their flesh was pulled far too tightly against the bones beneath. I kept to the shadows and used the air itself to muffle the noise my footsteps made

It took me close to an hour of searching before I found anyone I remotely wanted to take a risk on. She looked Like she'd just turned 30 and stood tall and slender without appearing unhealthy. Her height was propped up a further few inches by the long, high-heeled sandals she wore for which it was way too fucking cold. Unlike most of the Ladies of the night I'd seen on my travels, she was talking with the two girls she was with. Those girls seemed to be not much older than me and all too quickly approaching the torpid appearance of most of their competition.

The woman I'd picked still had expression in her features as she spoke and she seemed to be annoyed about something, which was a good sign.

Her face had a healthy fullness to it with high cheekbones, a petite nose and a mouth that seemed a little too wide for the rest of her features. I remember thinking that I'd have enjoyed seeing her give a genuine smile. All of this was settled in amongst smoothly falling hair that first appeared a dark brown but betrayed its true auburn colour as she moved beneath the fading streetlight.

If it wasn't for what she'd been wearing I wouldn't have thought she'd been a hooker at all. It was getting to the middle of autumn in England and it was the dead of night. She was wearing a very small pink tube top across petite breasts with her nipples poking into the flimsy material to show just how much the cold really was affecting her. A slim, bare midriff showed off a toned belly and the strings of an intensely pink thong Lifted up from beneath her miniskirt to wrap over the tops of her hips. Much like her top, that miniskirt left little to the imagination and showed off her long, bare legs, which certainly caught my eye for a Longer moment than I'd intended.

Before some other asshole could pull up next to her and whisk her away,

I checked for any potential threats and when I found none, I finally stepped out of the shadows and crossed the road.

“And I don't know what you're doing working for that guy. He's such a complete..." I caught the first part of her conversation and she trailed off when she noticed me approaching.

I privately kicked myself when I saw her flinch at the sight of me.

It's not that I was particularly hideous, just that it must have seemed like I'd appeared almost out of nowhere. So I put on my best attempt at a casual, easy-going smile and offered a small nod in greeting to show

I wasn't going to be trouble.

“Hey. Scared the fuck outta me." She turned from the girls to look at me, the once over seemed to reassure her. I wasn't exactly all that imposing back then.

She had a somewhat interesting set of eyes that were dark brown along the inner part of the iris and flared outward into an emerald green colour. As a result, they could look very different depending on what kind of Light she was in. Right then, they appeared Like twin pools of deep, rich mahogany and I saw a strong soul residing within.

“Sorry. Didn't mean to," I apologised.

“So, you want a ride or what?" She was still looking at me with some scepticism. Well kept, apparently polite young men apparently weren't her usual sort of customer.

“What do you charge?" I wanted to see if my offer was going to be worth her while.

"A tenner for a blowjob, twenty for a ride, and for fifty we can do whatever you want for an hour.” She folded her arms and gave a challenging sniff as she looked at me.

“What if I said I'd give you a hundred, right now, for just a signature?" As I said this, the two girls watching us looked between each other, clearly wondering if I was for real.

“I'd say fuck off and stop trying to scam me." The woman folded her arms across her small breasts and gave me a very dark Look.

"No scam. Here's the money." I reached into my pocket and produced my wallet, opened it up in front of her and showed the collection of notes inside..